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Promise You'll Sing About Me (Manifest)
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- When the lights shut off
- And it's my turn to settle down
- My main concern
- Promise that you will sing about me
- Promise that you will sing about me
- I said when the lights shut off
- And it's my turn to settle down
- My main concern
- Promise that you will sing about me
- Promise that you will sing about me
- I woke up this morning mourning, but prayed for my brothers after,
- my life would tell its own story, today was another chapter,
- ghettos, slums, and housing projects, they’re all the battle zones,
- where kids roam with chrome, leave ‘em alone with no chaperones,
- probably from single mothers, absent fathers, daddy issues,
- and people promotin' peace but they possibly packin’ pistols,
- their residents fascinated with money, infatuated,
- but still their life has no point or right direction, navigation,
- and there’s no path to pave, of course there’s crack in the streets,
- and poverty punctures, penetrates, renegades aggravated,
- where people are really brothers but only got deeper hatred,
- when truly the struggles trouble ‘em and they’re equal related,
- the Jews, Irish, Chinese, Koreans, Hispanics, and blacks,
- with Crown Heights and L.A. riots, constant panic attacks,
- some people hold the wealth and power and run the country,
- and set up the fuckin’ rules to divide the masses by money,
- some people are not accepted into the mainstream society,
- so they join the police to kill brothers, and fake try to be’s,
- some groups own the local stores, restaurants, and news stands,
- and judge and murder others assuming that they’re on food stamps,
- and blacks and Latinos bustin’ and shootin’ up at they cousins,
- like heroin, but it’s crack in the ghettoes, hardcore hustlin’,
- and bussin’, serving the rest, and constant flirting with death,
- and fuck hurting your rep, we’re worried ‘bout other breaths,
- money trees, and sloth and gluttony come from empty stomachs,
- creatin' thieves and other criminals with plans for the cream,
- I knew niggas in teams with greed, sixteen, and already fiendin',
- leanin' and leanin' towards the devils on shoulders, for green
- we dream like Martin Luther King, it ain't a thing, for you I'mma sing
- Promise that you will sing about me
- Promise that you will sing about me
- When the lights shut off
- And it's my turn to settle down
- My main concern
- Promise that you will sing about me
- Promise that you will sing about me
- Stray shots, the block stays hot, Glocks locked or not,
- and cops who pop 'em, lock 'em, like dancin', with Manson rot,
- I grew up a lower middle class youth around corrupt cops,
- and blacks and whites fighting over money, threw buckshots,
- and gangstas would bust shots, thugs' drugs, they must not,
- kill but still they will to reach the bugs, and at bus stops,
- speak of the Devil then, in the lion's den, got to say it,
- man, peace to Michael Ainsworth, he truly was heaven sent,
- and could have been president except their was evidence,
- but we all got rap sheets, our communities ever since,
- they locked us up in the prisons, I'm bangin' against the system,
- specifically blacks are harmed, but yo, we never do miss 'em,
- cockin' their guns and revolvers, and steady lockin' the slums,
- under stoppin', poppin', and watchin' 'em, brother, father, and son,
- just divide 'em in half, and then split the ghetto in sectors,
- security guards and bankers defending metal detectors,
- with leaders' speakin' the truth but their lawyers wouldn't know it,
- junkies and fiends for sneakers, Adidas, and they sugarcoat it,
- I think I'm here for a reason, to make a speech for greed,
- and thieves for cream, money trees' roots, strange fruit, treason,
- creatin' logical fallacies, thinkin' that we believe 'em,
- and thinkin' that they deceive us, defeat us, leave a mentality,
- but instead it just toughens us, leaves us with harsh realities,
- 'member the streets and ghettoes and slums, ain't 'bout the salaries,
- it's all about the rings and diamond chains when you flex ya wrist,
- and Lexuses and ice and coke and 'Cris, but we expected it,
- caught up in stupid dreams that we'll always have but never miss,
- and people just turn they heads, possessed, we need a exorcist,
- I promise that it's obsession, to hide us from your oppression,
- and drives us into depression, these demons, it's a possession,
- we're caught up in the possessions, but still you taught us lessons,
- you leave us with essence, when you pass, still have your presence,
- for the future, and aggression is bred, nothing to fake about,
- the guns, crack, and system, and heat, just ways to take us out,
- this demon said sing about me, without me, still remember me,
- my brothers will take care of you, while I reminisce memories
- When the lights shut off
- And it's my turn to settle down
- My main concern
- Promise that you will sing about me
- Promise that you will sing about me
- When the lights shut off
- And it's my turn to settle down
- My main concern
- Promise that you will sing about me
- Promise that you will sing about me
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